P. 423, IV, 513.
| 1 |
It fell about the Martimas time,
Fan the wind blue loud an calld,
Said Edom of Gordon to his men,
We man dra till a hall. |
| 2 |
'An fatten a hall will we dra tell,
My merry men a' an me?
We will to the house of Rothes,
An see that gay lady.' |
| 3 |
The lady louked our castell-wa,
Beheld the day ga doun,
An she saa Edun of Gordon,
Fase Edom of Ach[en]doun. |
| 4 |
'Gee our yer house, ye gay lady,
Gee our yer house to me;
The night ye's be my leall leman,
The morn my lady free.' |
| 5 |
'I winnë gee our my honny house,
To leard nor yet to loun,
Nor will I gee our my bonny house
To fase Edom of Achendoun. |
| 6 |
'Bat ye gett me Cluny, Gight, or Glack,
Or get him young Lesmore,
An I ell gee our my bonny house
To ony of a' the four.' |
| 7 |
'Ye's nether gett Cluny, Gight, nor Glack,
Nor yet him young Lesmore,
An ye man gee our yer bonny house,
Winten ony of a' the four.' |
| 8 |
The ladie shot out of a shot-windou,
It didne hurt his head,
It only grased his knee
. . . |
| 9 |
' Ye hast, my merry men a',
Gather hathorn an fune,
. . .
To see gin this lady will burn.' |
| 10 |
'Wai worth ye, Joke, my man!
I paid ye well yer fee,
An ye tane out the quine-stane,
Laten in the fire to me. |
| 11 |
'Wae worth ye, Joke, my man!
I paid ye well yer hair,
An ye t[a]en out the qunie-stane,
To me laten in the fire.' |
| 12 |
'Ye paid me well my meatt, lady,
Ye paid me well my fee,
Bat nou I am Edom of Gordon's man,
Mane eather dee 'd or dree. |
| 13 |
'Ye paid me well my meatt, lady,
Ye paid me well my hire,
But nou I am Edom of Gordon's man,
To ye mane lat the fire.' |
| 14 |
Out spak her doughter,
She was bath jimp an smaa;
'Ye take me in a pair of shets,
Lat me our the castell-waa.' |
| 15 |
The pat her in a pair of shets,
Lute her oure the castell-waa;
On the point of Edom of Gordon's lance
She got a deadly faa. |
| 16 |
Cherry, cherry was her cheeks,
An bonny was her eyen;
. . .
. . . |
| 17 |
He turned her about,
. . .
'I might haa spared that bonny face
To ha ben some man's delight. |
| 18 |
'Chirry is yer chik,
An bonny is yer eayn;
Ye 'r the first face I ever saa dead
I wist liveng agen.' |
| 19 |
Out spak one of his men,
As he stad by a stane;
'Lat it never be sade brave Edom of Gordon
Was dantoned by a dame.' |
| 20 |
Out spake the bonny barn,
It sat on the nurce's knee;
' Gee our yer house, my mider dear,
The reak it smothers me.' |
| 21 |
'I wad gee a' my silks,' she says,
'That lays in mony a fall,
To haa ye on the head of Mont Ganell,
To gett three gasps of the call. |
| 22 |
'I wad gee a' my goud,' she says,
'Far it lays out an in,
To haa ye on the head of Mount Ganill,
To get three gasps of the wind.' |
| 23 |
. . . that gued lord,
As he came fraa the sea,
' I see the house of Rotlies in fire,
God safe my gay ladie!' |
